beastlynecromancer:

He can’t tell why he was being told to open his mouth. This could just as well be an inspection, which was humiliating because it meant the other was searching for faults. Brent was a warrior before all of this, and that meant he was handpicked from the best and he will always be the best. No one else should have to further inspect him like some newly purchased cattle. And perhaps a part of him was disappointed that this is all it was.

“It’s Brent,” he spoke, looking down at the floor to hide how annoyed he was at the constant staring. “I’ve heard you don’t take in new ones. Can I ask why you picked me?” A little ego boost would do the trick of distracting him.

He nodded as Brent told him his name and he removed the rags that he had been brought in with before circling him as he looked over the others body. “YOu were a warrior.” He said tracing his finger along his shoulder. “You have the build and muscle structure for it. What did you use to fight with? Sword? Sword and Shield? Axe? Or did you sneak around and attack with a dagger?” The vampire asked him. 

“I dont take news ones. But you are a gift to me from my underlings….it is rude to refuse such a lovely gift.” HE grinned as he slapped Brents ass before making him bend over.